Dark Savages Come To the United States

"My dear Constantine, I think this is not the time for that."

Coulson's face was wrinkled together, and he spoke awkwardly.

He looked up at the monitor on the other side, and the picture on it was the outside of this office.

And at some point outside, a large group of sculptures of angels covering their faces appeared.

At this time, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau was extraordinarily quiet.

It seemed that even breathing had become a mistake.

There was a short silence, and Constantine was the first to break the silence.

"What's that?" Konstantin asked with a smile, and he couldn't see the slightest nervousness.

He just stuck his head out and looked outside the office, where some of these sculptures were staying in place.

Neither Nick Fury nor Coulson thought the sculptures were a prank by agents who seemed bored.

And Constantine's feeling was sharper, he slowly walked to Nick Fury's side, hiding his body behind Nick Fury.

Just when everyone was focusing their attention outside the office, the weeping angel on the monitor was already much closer to the screen.

To act without being observed.

This is the Weeping Angel.

By the time Nick Fury turned his gaze around, there was a gap between the weeping angel on the surveillance screen and the real weeping angel.

There was a split between the surveillance images and the real world, making Nick Fury feel that this was an absurd prank.

But all the facilities in this safe house were arranged by him himself, so it's all true!

This is not scientific at all.

"Konstantin, tell me, how far are the sculptures outside the office from the door of the office!?"

Shouted loudly in astonishment.

This tone is like Nick Fury chanting "Mare Farke".

It was the panic caused by things out of control.

"What? About three meters? What did you find?"

Constantine turned his head and looked at Nick Fury.

The conversation between the two attracted Coulson's attention, and the danger began to approach again!

Coulson couldn't help paying attention to this, because Constantine was a dangerous guy.

No one knows if this thing will summon something to give Coulson a hard time.

He has a history of this kind of thing.

Summon demons to fight demons, then call angels to take down the victor among demons.

This is the basic operation of Constantine.

The moment his action caught Coulson's attention, those weeping angels outside the office had already moved!

Distance is no longer a problem, their movements are silent.

By the time Coulson noticed these guys, those weeping angels had already stretched out their hands and grabbed his wrists!

The Weeping Angel's body cannot be damaged by physical attacks.

Even Doctor Who, who exists as knowledge, has no good way to deal with these guys other than creating a time paradox.

Perhaps it is because of his physical condition that he cannot use attacks that can effectively damage.

But in a general sense, the Weeping Angel is invincible!

Even if Coulson is a Venerable Skyhammer now, he can't physically destroy the Weeping Angel!

"What is this!?"

Coulson twitched his hand, but found that he couldn't get his hand out of which sculpture's hand no matter what.

The biggest weakness of the Weeping Angels is probably staring at each other.

Coulson didn't know this kind of stuff.

Even in all the files of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no record of a guy like Weeping Angel.

Humans cannot control them, nor can they.

Breaking sculptures doesn't kill them completely either.

The profession will be restored, and in the blink of an eye, the crying angel may send people to the past, or break the neck of this human being.

The image of the weeping angel seems to be the source of their power, which is inexplicable.

These things are not things that rely on that stone-like body at all!

"Huh? Why don't I feel the taste of the soul?"

Sweat could already be seen on Constantine's face, and his smile became far-fetched.

For Konstantin, nervousness is still present.

I wasn't very nervous in the past, because most of the guys I faced were acquaintances, and there was no point in being nervous.

"The images of these guys and their physical presence exist, but how is this done?"

Nick Fury stared at the Weeping Angel on the monitor in front of him.

He immediately realized that something was wrong, and fixed his eyes on the screen on the monitor.

Observation is the way to limit the Weeping Angel, as Nick Fury discovered almost instantly.

But the sense of weakness gradually coming from his body directly began to eat away at his heart.

This body is dying, and Nick Fury is powerless to stop it.

"Mom Fuck!"

Nick Fury said so.

Hands fumbled for the remote control on the table in a panic.

He wanted to see if changing the channel could make the image of the Weeping Angel disappear from the monitor.

"Number 11 launched a single game! Great opportunity!!! The ball is scored!"

The picture of the football game on the monitor, and bursts of cheers attracted Constantine's attention.

But Constantine didn't turn his head to look at the monitor, but stared at the weeping angel holding Coulson's arm.

He still has the bills he bet on this game in his pocket, so he will inevitably care about such things as winning or losing.

"It seems that you just hid the channel of the sports program, so you can still relax here."

Constantine said casually.

Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.

He felt that his soul was also in the process of weakening, and a new soul was being slowly conceived with the help of his body.

It's not the first time he has experienced being pregnant, but every time it feels different.

Mammon was a fussy child, and the Weeping Angel was like a parasite in his stomach, constantly driving his life to death.

This feeling is too dangerous.

"damn it!"

Nick Fury shouted angrily.

The "Number 4 touchdown! He's the best running back ever!" has started to come out on TV.

But the face of the weeping angel with its teeth and claws was still there.

Very scary.

Now Nick Fury has other things to worry about.

For example, will those people who are at the stadium see something like the Weeping Angel because of such a picture.

The things of observing and being observed are sometimes one and the same.

He finally realized that his actions seemed a little sloppy.

"I really want to feel high-quality fear? These things are actually alive? Or is it just me that thinks they are alive?"

Coulson's tone was very ugly.

A strong aura of fear began to emanate from his body.

As long as it is a guy who can think, it will be scary.

And fear will eventually become Diablo's strength.

The Weeping Angels rule does not escape the prison of fear.

But Coulson began to wonder.

He didn't know whether what he was about to do was right or wrong.

A sense of confusion lingered in his mind.

Contact Diablo and ask Diablo to turn the Weeping Angel into his subordinates, or Familia.

Once such thoughts arise, Coulson will feel palpitations in his heart!

That was worse than facing a furious Bulkelso.

Because Bulkelso doesn't take anger, but conscience does.

Unless there is no conscience at all.

At this moment, Constantine blinked.

And the sky hammer on Coulson's waist disappeared directly at this point in time!

The target of the Weeping Angel was not Coulson, who hadn't fully figured out his state, but the Sky Hammer full of fear and the power of time!

Whether it is the sky hammer itself made by the god of fear Kur, or the power of fear added by Diablo.

For these guys who eat time, they are more attractive than a mere Coulson.

The future of mankind is unknowable, but to the Weeping Angel, achievement is not important, only the length of time is important.

And the unknown past also represents the power of time!

This strength is fresh enough and sweeter too!

The sky hammer was sent to a past known to the Weeping Angels, and at this time Diablo, who was far away in Asgard, felt the power in his body begin to increase violently!

This enhancement is inexplicably amazing!

"Crack!"

Coulson directly broke his wrist, and then freed himself from the Weeping Angel's wrist.

His hand subconsciously drew a pistol from under his arm.

The forehead is full of sweat!

The link between the Hammer Fallen and him was brutally severed.

At this moment, Coulson's mind was in a mess!

But his professionalism as an excellent agent allowed him to find the enemy in no time!

It's just that the firearms seem useless at this time!

"Colson? Welcome back."

Nick Fury used his electronic eyes to observe Coulson's appearance, and probably understood what happened before.

But at this time, I can only say such a simple sentence.

If there is no way to pass the level of the crying angel, maybe Nick Fury can continue to act with other life substitutes.

But Coulson and Constantine are dead.

"By the way, are you angels?"

Constantine took out a handkerchief, blew his nose, his eyes were still secretly observing the weeping angels.

But the spirit has already started to contact Auriel.

Angels, who knows how many races they are divided into?

Perhaps these weeping angels were just transformed into angels who were deceived by scumbags. Auriel, as the original archangel of hope, faced these guys better than him, a little mage, by a billion points, right?

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on the battlefield.

At this time, the plague king has gained a comprehensive advantage.

Although no decent results have been achieved yet, victory seems to be within sight.

The battle armor of the red tank Bucky has become potholed, and broken pieces can be seen everywhere on the ground.

It was not as strong as a human being's muscles were trembling. Saitorak was not so strong as to pay attention to one of his idle chess all the time, but it was a bit unusual now.

Bucky has not been a red tank for too long, this is the second time he has fought with his current body.

Coupled with the aura that is slightly similar to Bilie on the King of Plague, this idle and painful crimson master of the universe paid a little bit of attention.

Bucky could feel the dissatisfaction of the big man behind the scenes.

But now he is really powerless.

The strength of the red tank depends largely on the physical fitness of the successor.

Bucky's body is not weak, he can survive the transformation of Hydra, and is regarded as a representative of the Winter Soldier.

His physical condition is very good.

But compared to the two guys who were supposed to be red tanks, he still has a little gap.

This gap prevented him from unleashing all the power of the red tank.

If you really do that, there will only be one result.

That is self-destruct!

The Plague King would make strange shouts from time to time, and the people present couldn't understand what he meant.

But that increasingly violent posture made those who participated in the battle feel a deadly threat!

Rumlow's almost lost count of how many times he used the medicine bottle.

His whole body was sore and limp, his bones had been shattered countless times, and his muscles had also cracked a lot under the collision of force.

Even the anger seems to have burned out the fuel, and only a trace of residual heat can be felt.

The soul of Mocott, who has been helping him all the time, is getting quiet a little bit.

Without enough anger, even an existence like Mocott could only sigh.

Perhaps the living Mocott is not afraid of such an existence as the Plague King.

It doesn't matter if we don't help each other.

But now he is just a soul. Facing the complete Plague King, he has already tried his best just to protect Rumlow.

And Rumlow's anger is constantly being drawn by him, in order to face the giant arm of the Plague King that may sweep at any time.

As for Steve, apart from the shield in his hand, there was nothing intact in his whole body.

The regular clothes on his body became tattered, showing his strong body in front of everyone.

It's a pity that the people present were not interested in this. After all, there are so many ideas at the time of life and death.

Peggy Carter's condition is not bad.

She was self-aware and didn't become a breach on the battlefield.

Not to mention appearing within the range of the Plague King's attack beyond her control, her sensitive body allowed her to avoid the ghost hands on the ground, but she felt a little uncomfortable under the influence of the poisonous mist.

Coupled with Steve's intentional or unintentional protection, she obviously still has the strength to fight again.

It may also be that the plague king's intelligence is not enough to seize the weakness to defeat them.

Dr. Doom's condition is very bad.

The battle armor on his body was already in tatters.

After all, in the battle, he not only had to face the pressure brought by the Plague King, but also the stumbling midnight hiding in the dark.

If Dr. Doom has any thoughts now, it is probably a very appropriate description to find out the guy who murdered him and use it to light a sky lantern.

There is no way to use all of his strength, and even if he wants to evacuate, he will be forcibly stopped by the curse of midnight in this place.

This place is America, not his beautiful hometown of Latovilla.

He has no obligation to protect the safety of his enemy's property, and he even wanted to slip away.

But as soon as he had the idea of ​​slipping away, the curse cast by Midnight would immediately become stronger.

And the Plague King would launch a fierce attack on him as if he had been manipulated.

In such an unfavorable situation, even a strong man like Dr. Doom has become stretched.

The most unlucky one is probably Anderson.

The attacks he endured were almost the same as those Rumlow suffered.

As an angel, when facing a big devil, the urge to crush the opponent keeps emerging.

Maybe he has Midnight and Baal to thank.

If these two guys hadn't been playing with Dr. Doom, he might have been waiting to be resurrected in the spring of the high heaven.

"Whether you can defeat each other or not, I'm almost done!"

Loki almost gritted his teeth and said these words.

Showing weakness is not a problem, Loki's self-esteem is not strong enough to even care about it.

He even wanted to escape more than once, but for some reason he couldn't move.

His sense of responsibility is constantly sprouting in this battle.

He's even covered up guys who seem a little nasty many times for this.

Agent Hill was standing behind Loki, and the green light ring on his hand was constantly forming a position here to protect Loki.

Wang was leaning on Mike at this time, holding the calf in his arms, breathing hard.

Among the people present, Wang might be the one who worked the hardest, and it could even be described as risking everything.

Demons are obviously existences of different dimensions, and things like the duties of mages have made the king red-eyed.

The pitchfork in Mike's hand was full of cracks, and the electric light on the ground also became dim.

"If it doesn't work, just contact Bulkelso! Don't hold on!"

Loki gritted his teeth and said, his body began to tremble.

Teeth collided together and made a series of crunching noises.

As if shivering in the cold.

The frost giants are beginning to be hurt by their own winter.

Loki has really reached the limit.

He stood on the boundary between the Supreme Mage and the half-mage.

This is dangerous.

Although crossing this line would not allow him to replace Gu Yi, he was qualified to stand in front of Gu Yi after all.

Just like the diva Frigg.

Hearing this, Rumlow took out a bottle of wine from his backpack, and broke the bottle on the ruined wall by the street with some effort.

He doesn't even have the strength to unscrew the lid now.

The fingers didn't listen to the command, and they held onto Wumin tightly.

He just wanted to let go of his hand, which became "impossible".

"Now I can only hope that bastard Constantine can realize this, and then use the cell phone he gave to the ancestors when he didn't know when to contact the other party!

But I want to say that there are no signal base stations of those messy operators on the sacred mountain of Harrogath! Unless S.H.I.E.L.D. placed a satellite over Mount Harrogath! "

After Rumlow finished speaking, he poured wine into his mouth.

The broken neck of the bottle pierced his mouth, and he drank the wine mixed with blood. Rumlow seemed to have recovered a little, and he was refreshed!

The 4D update is complete.

Finally fulfilled the promise...

It was already past one o'clock when I came back... It's really not going well...

Today’s update guarantees a minimum of 6,000 words. After all, I don’t know what time it is after I wake up.

I try to make as many as possible.

Thanks.